By the time Rochester was bumping his head against me for his pre-bedtime walk, my mind was buzzing with ideas for a seminar with the CC kids. “This book is cool,” I said. I closed it and pushed Rochester away so I could find my shoes. “I love the whole dystopian theme. I could get them talking about how this kind of thing could happen.” “Says the man who didn’t even want to read the book to start with.” “Just because someone was making me read it,” I said. I wondered about that. Was it that I was so far removed from being a student? Or did I just not like people telling me what I could and couldn’t do? Was that a remnant of life behind bars, or had I always been that way? “Remember, these kids are coming from the inner city,” Lili said, sitting up. “They’ve probably got a good idea of what life is like already for these characters. You don’t want to talk down to them. Try and let them lead the conversation.” “This won’t be my first time at the rodeo,”
